Chapter 135 Climbing to the Top, Shocking the Whole Hospital

Jianshan has a unique prohibition law, which can detect Chen Qingyuan's kendo talent and spiritual root.

Until now, even if Chen Qingyuan did not make any amazing performance, those spiritual swords would flock to him, hoping to leave the land of Jianshan and fight with Chen Qingyuan.

Many people secretly observed Chen Qingyuan, including many elders of the Sword Hall, as well as the power of the main vein and other branches.

"Why was such a good seedling found by Lao Yu?"

"In the same battle, it is really a demon to be able to be indistangual with the eldest grandson Fengye of the ethereal palace."

"I hope Mr. Chen can go to the top of the mountain and be recognized by the ancestral sword."

The elders communicated secretly and watched the changes on the Sword Mountain.

After more than ten days, Chen Qingyuan was getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain, and the straight-line distance was less than 100 meters.

However, the last 100 meters is extremely difficult.

Near the top of the mountain, the number of swords has been greatly reduced. Because the swords located in this area are all sacred artifacts.

Whush!

A low-grade holy sword bloomed with blue light and rotated around Chen Qingyuan several times. It was about three feet long and dark blue. Dozens of sword lines were engraved on the blade, which was full of mystery.

"The green sword is also at the top level in the lower holy sword."

The origin and name of the sacred objects are still very clear to the elders.

"Although this sword is extraordinary, it still does not meet Chen Qingyuan's requirements."

Gu Qingfeng predicted that Chen Qingyuan could at least get a high-quality sword of ordinary quality.

"That's the sword I dreamed of."

Some of the disciples of Jiantang heard that there was a bustle to see. They put down the matter in their hands and came to the vicinity of Jianshan and looked up into the distance.

Some disciples have not taken swords from Jianshan so far, hoping to make their kendo level higher, so that they will have more opportunities to obtain higher-quality swords.

For ordinary disciples of Jiantang, the lower holy sword is already the greatest luxury.

"I'm sorry."

For such a sword, Chen Qingyuan still refused as before.

Buzz--

The sword light of the Qingxu sword flashed a few times, and some regretfully returned to its original position.

Before long, other swords have changed, hoping to make Chen Qingyuan the sword master.

Seeing the scene of Wan Jianqi, the disciples of Jiantang felt sour and smiled bitterly. They all had to pay countless efforts to get the recognition of a spiritual sword, but Chen Qingyuan directly refused the recognition of the holy sword.

Alas! This is the gap!

The disciples found many elders. They did not dare to get too close. They just showed their magical compasses and stood in the distance to watch.

They just envy Chen Qingyuan's life template, but they don't have much jealousy.

After all, they also heard that Chen Qingyuan can briefly enter the realm of swordless in a special way at this age, with extraordinary talent.

After another ten days, Chen Qingyuan was only ten meters away from reaching the top of the mountain. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Now he needs to clench his teeth and stagger every step he takes.

Crack!

One step, two steps, three steps...

Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Qingyuan gradually approached the top.

Many elders clenched their hands and were very nervous.

The seven swords on the top of the mountain are the treasures left by the first ancestors. Compared with the top-quality holy sword of the same quality, it is sharper, more spiritual, and can even be called crushing.

The last few steps took Chen Qingyuan half an hour.

铛--

After this step, Chen Qingyuan really stood on the top of the mountain. In an instant, the boundary of the top of the mountain changed abnormally. I don't know where the ancient sound came from. It spread all over the corners of Jianshan Mountain and echoed in Chen Qingyuan's ears.

"I climbed to the top."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Climbing to the top means that Chen Qingyuan can get an ordinary top-quality sword at worst. As for the holy sword in the special magic array, it depends on Chen Qingyuan's opportunity, which is difficult to infer.

The core of the top of the mountain is a magic array, in which there are seven three-foot green fronts floating.

Outside the magic array, there are about dozens of top-level holy swords, some inserted on a boulder, some inserted into the soil, and some lying flat.

Buzzing--

With Chen Qingyuan's asclimbing to the top, dozens of holy swords bloomed at the same time, and swords rose to the sky, forming a huge sword shadow in the sky, which was very spectacular.

However, Chen Qingyuan had no choice for the time being, but went straight to the magic circle.

He wants to try it.

After coming to the top of the mountain, Chen Qingyuan had lost the sense of suffocation and pressure, and his body was much easier. Before long, he walked to the edge of the magic circle and had a panoramic view of the seven swords.

What should I do?

Chen Qingyuan stood still and fell into deep thinking.

If you want to get the holy sword forged by your ancestors, you need to show an extraordinary kendo talent.

"Try it!"

Chen Qingyuan decided to use the Taoist skills pointed by Qiankun to improve the realm of kendo in an alternative way.

After brewing for a long time, Chen Qingyuan pointed to the magic array.

Boom!

The fingerlight fell, as if hitting the water, and the surface of the magic array rippled layer by layer.

The Taoism of half a step without a sword woke up the seven swords that had been sleeping for many years.

A red sword trembled first, like a lion that had just woken up, emitting a palpitating breath.

"It's done!"

Seeing the reaction of the sword in the magic circle, the elders were sincerely happy for Chen Qingyuan. At the same time, they were also amazed at Chen Qingyuan's talent, which can be called the top demon of the swordsmanship.

"This is the Chiyang sword. It is said that it was forged by the first generation of ancestors with supreme real fire. It contains the power of extreme sun. It is the main killing and is not easy to control."

There were strange waves in Gu Qingfeng's eyes. His greatest wish in his life was to be recognized by the sword of his ancestors. Unfortunately, he didn't have this chance.

Seeing Chen Qingyuan's success, Gu Qingfeng didn't want Chen Qingyuan to choose the sword and immediately transmitted the sound to solve his puzzle.

Hearing the transmission of Gu Qingfeng, Chen Qingyuan was slightly stunned and carefully looked at the floating Chiyang sword in the array.

Then another sword woke up.

The whole body is dark, about three feet long, and there is a ripple in the center of the sword body up to the tip of the sword.

"The Moji sword, which contains the law of the universe and the power of yin and yang, is similar to the magic power you practice."

Gu Qingfeng spread the voice again.

Whoo!

It didn't wait for Chen Qingyuan to see the lines on the Moji sword clearly, a strong sword power attracted his attention. In addition, this sword power even suppresses the power of other swords.

The all-white three-foot sword, without a trace of flaw, whiter than snow.

The position of the hilt of the sword is carved with the mark of a flower on the other side, which extends to the end, with a total of seven star patterns.

Because of the revival of this sword, the void around it seems to be distorted by its sword power.

"Seven-star Bai Jue Sword!"

The awakening of this sword directly shocked the old man.

Ordinary disciples don't know the origin of this sword. As an elder, how can they not know?

Whow--

At this moment, Zhao Yichuan appeared directly in Jianshan, with a surprised look on his face, and his pupils flashed with strange colors.

Then, Yu Chenran also appeared, and many elders hidden in the dark.